Brooklyn Bound

NYC

 

 

 

 

 

Brooklyn bound

Giving up the simple life

Now the eternal city sound

Subways for farms

Working hard

Waking up to early alarms

Because me and my girl

Are Brooklyn bound

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We have waited

Grown

And anticipated

What will become of us

Once we break the state border

To bust

Through unto the city light

Headed east

Feeling alright

We are making a new home

Now that we are

Brooklyn bound

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No more unneeded belongings

Scaling back to necessity

Some clothes and a guitar

Her and me

Praying the car holds up

Keeps us safe and alive

Warm in the evening

Starts up at night

Moving out to make a new home

Now that we are Brooklyn bound

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Simple goodbyes will not do

We have love for family

Embedded deep for me and you

We will hug our parents tight

Make sure the dogs are alright

We will drive straight through the night

Cause when the mailman comes back around

Our car will be gone

To our new home Brooklyn bound

The Grieving Period

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Quiet creaking house

Computer keys crunch quietly

Under wooden adjustments made overhead

The moon still high

The sun yet to have shed

A light on the new day

Cold and dreary

Making my way through the world

Flurry

I will attend the funeral

Pray my peace

Offer up my best

For the souls that rest

Life bustles on outside the church

As it always does

On a cold January morning

While we pray inside

Once the ceremony is over

The prayers said

We will face the cold

Make our ways back to life

Fall asleep again

Breathe again

Talk again

We will take a moment

And then walk through the door

As the week starts again

We fall asleep on Sunday

And wake anew

For it is another Monday

Cellophane Pictures

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Cellophane Pictures

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Cellophane pictures

Cell phones

Talking

Bitter feelings

Emerge

Conceding nothing

Taking everything

Consumer products

Produced with ideals

Placement perfect

A mechanical seal

Touching fingers nimble

A relevant symbol

Memories commemorated

Can be used and heard

With these

Cellophane pictures

Late Night Disdain

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Late Night Disdain

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Late night disdain

Where bloodshot eyes

With tiny red vanes

Are the common strain

Overdoing every simple task

Trying to stretch each moment

To get a little more

Than the last

This bloodshot haze has me

Gripped and held

I must find a bed

So my body can be held

And sleep

Turn wake

And sleep

The Morning Salute

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My eyes look upon

Something strange

Minutes before dawn

The peace of moments new

A day anew

The weary eyed few

That arise at this hour

Stumble fourth

And yawn to the heavens

Like gentle flowers

We make our ways

Through streets frozen cold

Filled with feet of winter snow

In the city of Chicago

Yet we go

Be it train or car

Foot or bus

We go

To our locations

Bustling confrontations

From skyscrapers

To the subway underneath

Life today is cold

Yet joyous

Continued on with a chorus

Of horns and tires

I salute you Chicago

In the morning hours

We find our purpose

Amongst the weeds

Burst these most beautiful flowers

Delays come in Every Shade

Delays come in Every Shade

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Delays come in every shade

Some unintentional

Some man made

Waiting for the right time

Can be a distraction

While the postponing real resolve

Leads to the utmost dissatisfaction

Running around to wait

To see

To be there

When you need to be

Yet can all be delayed

Postponed

Forlayed

At some point

When the bags are packed

Forward progress has begun

And no looking back

Free yet cautious

Conscious decisions made

For not one more day

Can I be delayed

 

Wait and See

10 feet of snow coming

Fresh bread on the counter

Waiting for the snow to come

Can’t leave

Worst storm in years

Mother nature throwing it in high gear

Dusting trees and coating drives

Glad to be warm and alive

They say it could reach 50 below

Plus at least 4 feet of snow

Today alone

Tomorrow will bring frigid air from Canada

Going be hard to see what happens to us

But we are warm

Inside a home

So there is no reason to be alone

We watch the weather and stay warm

This is the Midwest

So we come prepared

Where there is ice and wind

We burn through without a care

But this snow is different

Not quite so innocent

We will wait and we will see

What this winter storm

Will turn out to be

 

Christmas Morning Commute

Cold air on sheltered skin

Slow sunrise and morning skies

Christmas

Baking goods

Flour and eggs

Bells singing

House creaking

The more I grow

I realize

As we get comfortable

The world gets ready

For change

 

The Common Denominator

What makes it better

What makes it worse

These vital feelings

We may not coerce

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Pushing them in

Pulling them out

Will do us no good

If we are living like we should

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Shall I wonder under a rock

Beneath feet pounding

Or center myself on ground

With my heart pounding

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I am here for you

And you for me

That is why

We cannot let it be

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Growth can occur

From one solid root

Life will burst

Into something beautiful bold

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Your hand I hold

As we cry

Waiting for the storm

To blow by

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These are not easy times

But they make us real

Through the fire burning

Born is true steel

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I will be here now

And will be here later

Love will pick you up

It’s the common denominator

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Love will push

Love will pull

Love will bring us back

Fill our hearts full

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We live through great moments

We survive the bad

But at the end of any day

The good fights been had

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I wish to say this

So that all can understand

You are my lady

And I am your man

Trying to Find

Trying to find the words

or the thoughts

Unable to connect
Through any pathways

Waiting

Hoping for inspiration

Lost with passing moments

So when time passes with nothing to say

Why not then say

Nothing at all